sitting on a milk crate, smoking a cigarette
Actually, let's start with more important shit. Nicole is home from the hospital right now. She is comfy on her badass mattress whirling from the effects of the Darvocet, I imagine. Tomorrow I will walk the mile or so to her place carrying a tv, because she was unable to get one from Rachael. I wish I had a series of straps and securing mechanisms so I could just strap it to my back and bike it, because I know it'd be too hard to keep it on my lap. Oh well. Then I'll head back home and hop on the bike to go get an antenna for it. I'm also going to draw her a card with some colored pencils, because get-well-soon gifts cost money and I haven't done my Christmas shopping yet. She loves funny cards, and I can probably come up with something funny.
According to the (i dunno) 6th-hand briefing I received, the tumor came out completely and cleanly, and there is a 99.whatever% chance that her pituitary gland will revert to normal functioning and never give her a problem again. Excellent prognosis, far as I can tell.
For short-term care, I'm all over this. I'm that friend who will drop everything but prior obligations and endure whatever to comfort a loved one, and I have the next two days off from work. She'll want nothing she can't have. She'll be comfortable.
other stuff now
I'm actually surprised it's taken this long for me to find one. I've been on the lookout for a long time, but it's possible that I haven't had the right bait until just recently. (And things have been different in this respect lately, and I don't know exactly what it is.) I have finally found a habitual sexual harrasser who is female. She started at work recently. At first I didn't even know what I was looking at. It took me like 3 shifts working with her to realize that these aren't slips of the tongue, no, that drool is real.
Her thing is guys who work. I imagine her husband must be blue-collar, that or she actually does manage to have mad affairs. She's constantly saying things about how the cooks get her going. She's cautious about which women are within earshot, but not about men. She must have enough experience from behaving this way to know a dude's not going to be bothered by knowing someone's hot for him. After all, we have to bring the dick to the lady, so it's not a threat.
She is a quite attractive lady, but she's only a little younger than my mom, and of course that's not what I'm going for. But it's so interesting to observe! and so I don't discourage at all. It's neat, I've noticed she uses the same technique as all the successful habitual male sexual harrassers I've ever observed. You can get away with it as long as you manage to be funny every single time. And when played cleverly even outright boldness is funny, to the right subject. Like today when she saw me doing a difficult task that required muscle, and she parked herself directly behind me and described in detail exactly how hot she was getting watching me do work. It was hilarious! Best laugh all week.
I don't know. I'm just thrilled to be able to finally observe something I've always wondered about, and I knew it must have existed, and it took so long before I could watch one, and it's as interesting as I'd hoped.
This kitty in my lap, his name is Porter. He is a good kitty and he wants to be petted. He keeps his forehead just above his eyes, but that's okay I tell him, because that is a perfectly reasonable place to keep your forehead. Kitties love beards on their foreheads, by the way.
At the moment, forecasting doesn't look good for snow on the ground Christmas day. I only looked because I've heard so many people hoping. Aside from that freak storm we haven't had much snow yet this year. It's been warm. It'll rain saturday, so even if it does snow saturday night it won't stick, so we're stuck with the 30% chance of snow on Sunday, and then highs in the upper 30s on Christmas with lots of sun. Doesn't look good at all.
Of course, all this means we're in for an ugly January. And if not January, the later the snow comes the worse it will get. With temperatures so high that the surface of the lake can't freeze, every low-pressure system sweeping overhead will pick up that readily available moisture and freeze it before dropping it on our heads. So far we have the makings of a year of horrendous ice-storms, and those are always the most devastating.
Good thing I love havoc.
I need to visit the mongers. The urging is rapidly achieving clamor status. If I were to travel before fulfilling certain obligations I would quickly alienate some people who have been good to me. Even if I didn't care about their alienation I would be tarnishing my name. So I've got some ideas on making money quick, and some motivation to take those risks. I love those people. And when (my low-risk enterprise) the lottery ticket hits I'll be maintaining a property in NoVA without doubt.
Mister Porter, you have a pink nose. Have I ever told you that?
According to the (i dunno) 6th-hand briefing I received, the tumor came out completely and cleanly, and there is a 99.whatever% chance that her pituitary gland will revert to normal functioning and never give her a problem again. Excellent prognosis, far as I can tell.
For short-term care, I'm all over this. I'm that friend who will drop everything but prior obligations and endure whatever to comfort a loved one, and I have the next two days off from work. She'll want nothing she can't have. She'll be comfortable.
other stuff now
I'm actually surprised it's taken this long for me to find one. I've been on the lookout for a long time, but it's possible that I haven't had the right bait until just recently. (And things have been different in this respect lately, and I don't know exactly what it is.) I have finally found a habitual sexual harrasser who is female. She started at work recently. At first I didn't even know what I was looking at. It took me like 3 shifts working with her to realize that these aren't slips of the tongue, no, that drool is real.
Her thing is guys who work. I imagine her husband must be blue-collar, that or she actually does manage to have mad affairs. She's constantly saying things about how the cooks get her going. She's cautious about which women are within earshot, but not about men. She must have enough experience from behaving this way to know a dude's not going to be bothered by knowing someone's hot for him. After all, we have to bring the dick to the lady, so it's not a threat.
She is a quite attractive lady, but she's only a little younger than my mom, and of course that's not what I'm going for. But it's so interesting to observe! and so I don't discourage at all. It's neat, I've noticed she uses the same technique as all the successful habitual male sexual harrassers I've ever observed. You can get away with it as long as you manage to be funny every single time. And when played cleverly even outright boldness is funny, to the right subject. Like today when she saw me doing a difficult task that required muscle, and she parked herself directly behind me and described in detail exactly how hot she was getting watching me do work. It was hilarious! Best laugh all week.
I don't know. I'm just thrilled to be able to finally observe something I've always wondered about, and I knew it must have existed, and it took so long before I could watch one, and it's as interesting as I'd hoped.
This kitty in my lap, his name is Porter. He is a good kitty and he wants to be petted. He keeps his forehead just above his eyes, but that's okay I tell him, because that is a perfectly reasonable place to keep your forehead. Kitties love beards on their foreheads, by the way.
At the moment, forecasting doesn't look good for snow on the ground Christmas day. I only looked because I've heard so many people hoping. Aside from that freak storm we haven't had much snow yet this year. It's been warm. It'll rain saturday, so even if it does snow saturday night it won't stick, so we're stuck with the 30% chance of snow on Sunday, and then highs in the upper 30s on Christmas with lots of sun. Doesn't look good at all.
Of course, all this means we're in for an ugly January. And if not January, the later the snow comes the worse it will get. With temperatures so high that the surface of the lake can't freeze, every low-pressure system sweeping overhead will pick up that readily available moisture and freeze it before dropping it on our heads. So far we have the makings of a year of horrendous ice-storms, and those are always the most devastating.
Good thing I love havoc.
I need to visit the mongers. The urging is rapidly achieving clamor status. If I were to travel before fulfilling certain obligations I would quickly alienate some people who have been good to me. Even if I didn't care about their alienation I would be tarnishing my name. So I've got some ideas on making money quick, and some motivation to take those risks. I love those people. And when (my low-risk enterprise) the lottery ticket hits I'll be maintaining a property in NoVA without doubt.
Mister Porter, you have a pink nose. Have I ever told you that?